Ralph had touched her with his fingers, even brought her to climax with his hand, but he’d never—ever—put his face down there. She’d given him blowjobs—he’d insisted—but he’d always refused to make her come with his mouth. He’d said “eating a woman” was too dirty and nasty. Funny, Dan didn’t seem to agree. Thank God.
His tongue sought and found her clit, and she almost came off the bed. Her fingers scratched the fitted sheet but couldn’t gain hold. Instead, she reached up and grabbed the pillows, squeezing, releasing, squeezing harder.
He sucked her clit and teased it. Then he moved down, tonguing her pussy lips, dipping the tip of his tongue where his finger had been moments before. His hands cupped her butt cheeks and lifted her to his mouth, his hot, wet, questing mouth.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t have stopped him even if she’d been able to. And God! Stopping him was the farthest thing from her mind. Instinct caused her to move, and in a timeless urge, she flexed her hips, feeding him her pussy.
Like a hungry cat at a bowl of cream, he lapped.
His skill amazed her. He worked magic with his tongue, knowing how to take her nearly to the pinnacle and when to let up so she’d come down a bit. She moaned, she begged, tears streamed down her face from wanting to finish. Finally he showed mercy and took her up…up…up and over. She dropped in a freefall. Surely for a few seconds her heart actually stopped beating. Sensation swallowed her whole, and she gave herself over to it.
Time had no meaning, yet Mary knew long minutes had passed when she was able—or interested—in opening her eyes. Dan lay half on and half off her, his long leg propped between hers, keeping her legs apart and her pussy open and available. The scent of sex hung in the air. “What about you?”
“We aren’t finished. Didn’t I say we’d fuck the night away? Consider this the opening salvo. And my God are you ever beautiful when you come.”
“No one has ever done that before.”
His hand reached to her lower lips and lightly stroked. Her skin was so sensitive, even his bare touch brought arousal tainted with slight pain, a new experience. She arched into his hand, experimenting.
“I need to get some protection.” He bent to kiss her nipple. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“As if I could.”
He chuckled and rose from the bed. She watched with the same studied gaze he’d used on her, and couldn’t help smiling at what she saw. Toned and taut, his muscles rippled under her examination. His cock jutted out, proud, strong, and long. It bobbed and thickened under her gaze. Dan grasped it at the base and pulled his hand to the tip. “I’m going to give this to you in just a few seconds. I’m going to bury it so deep inside, you’ll think we’re one person. I’m going to make you call my name and forget every other man who’s ever had you. Do you believe me?”
She nodded, unable to speak. He caressed himself again. A tiny pearl of liquid formed at the tip. He fingered it and spread it over the head of his cock. “I want to hear you say it. Do you want me? Say it.”
“Yes.” She barely whispered the word. Her attention stayed focused on the spear of hard flesh Dan had just promised her. “Yes, I want you inside me. I want you, Dan. I’ve been good all my life and look where it’s gotten me. Ralph had his fun, now I want mine.”
Like a shot, his head snapped around to pierce her with his stare. His eyes narrowed. His hand dropped from his cock and he took a step back.
“What’s wrong?” A knot of fear formed in Mary’s stomach. What kind of person mentions one man’s name when she’s about to have sex with another? His erection started to flag even as she watched. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”
His look softened somewhat. He picked up his pants and slipped them on, then his shirt. Finally, he sat on the bed and took her hand. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have been here with you, not like this.”
On her knees, she threw her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his arm. On the verge of tears she said, “Listen, Dan, don’t go. I want you to stay. Forget I said anything.”
“Mary.”
He rubbed her back, but not like a lover, more like a friend. She hoped she could hold back the tears until he left.
“This was wrong of me. I was caught up being with a beautiful woman. I forgot how vulnerable you are right now. If you were just anyone, I might stay. I’d get my rocks off and you’d get your revenge fuck. We’d part and never see each other again. But you aren’t just anyone. You mean something to me.”
“I’m not vulnerable, Dan, and this isn’t a revenge…I just need you to stay. I want you, I always have.” With a shock, she realized what she’d said. She’d thought she loved Ralph, that she needed him. But if that were true, how could she be so confused?
“Mary, Mary.” He stroked her head and pushed her away, back onto the bed. “You’re too special for a quick night’s fun.” He actually pulled the covers over her and tucked her in, as though she were a child. She almost whimpered. He kissed her forehead. “Get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow I’ll see about getting another room, and we’ll forget all about this.”
“Dan?”
He’d stopped to pick up his socks, but he turned to look at her. “Hmm?”
“Thanks anyway.”
“You’ll see. You’ll thank me for leaving tonight.” He flicked off the light switch before closing the connecting door.
Then, in the dark, Mary gave in to her tears.
* * * *
Dan closed the door leading to Mary’s suite and collapsed against it. Goddamn, it had been hard leaving her, but he’d had to.
For the four years in school, she’d been the smartest person in their class. What few of their classmates knew—what few had taken the time to find out—was that she was also one of the nicest people. He wouldn’t have discovered it himself if their mothers hadn’t known each other. His mom had keen instincts about people, and she’d always spoken highly of Mary so he’d taken to watching out for her. They weren’t close friends. Mary wouldn’t have been comfortable in his crowd, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t run interference for her.
He remembered her as sweet and shy. Smart as a whip, but overweight, with glasses and long, lank hair. The woman he’d forced himself away from was as different from that girl as a shark from an angelfish. Soft, creamy skin covered curves that would be the envy of any woman. Her hair had shone in the casino lights, and so had her green eyes, like multi-faceted emeralds, polished to a high gleam.
And tonight, when he’d eaten her to the damnedest orgasm, she’d made him remember what a woman was supposed to feel like and sound like when the emotion was real. Mary wasn’t a casual woman who jumped from bed to bed, easily slipping in and out of the role of lover. She took love seriously, and sex, too, he’d wager. She’d admitted as much herself when she said she’d always been good. He wouldn’t be surprised to find she was still a virgin, and if not, he’d be shocked to discover she’d slept with more than one man: her erstwhile groom, who’d turned out to be a cheating bastard rather than the man of her dreams.
Unfortunately, Dan was all about casual sex. No strings, no emotion. Which was why he’d had to leave Mary, though she lay in bed naked, warm and inviting.
Damn it. His pecker strained against his fly again. He thought of her lips, swollen and damp from his kisses, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and her breathing fast and hard. She’d wanted him and he could have taken her over and over again throughout the night. But tomorrow morning he wouldn’t have been able to handle the guilt and remorse she was sure to feel. After all, only hours ago she’d been about to marry someone else. She must love him, no matter how upset she was now. It should be that other guy with her now, kissing her, stroking her, bringing her tits to hard need and sinking hilt-deep into her pussy.
“Some other guy, hell,” Dan muttered, pushing away from the door and heading for the bathroom. “That bastard isn’t fit to kiss Mary’s toes, much
less make love to her.” He turned the shower on high and stripped off his pants and shirt.
When he stepped into the tub, he let the water beat his back. Steam rose to the ceiling but Dan felt the heat from inside. His body remembered the press of hers, and her nipples drilling into his chest, they were so hard. The taste of her still filled his mouth and he reveled in it, thinking of her heat and flavor when she came around his tongue.
With one hand braced on the tile, Dan took his shaft in hand and stroked from base to tip. His thoughts were all on the woman on the other side of the wall. In his mind, her dark hair splayed over the white pillowcase. She licked her lips and raised her arms to him. He stretched over her and took her mouth.
Cum pearled at the top of his crown. He spread it around and over his cock, all the time imagining what it would have been like to slide into Mary’s pussy. He knew she creamed with barely a touch, thick, fragrant stuff that would have coated his cock the way it had covered his tongue.
His hand stroked faster, to the base and up to the crown, squeezing lightly, the way he thought her pussy would grip and loosen. God, he wanted her so bad it hurt.
His breathing quickened, matching the pace of his hand, pumping now like a piston. His balls tightened and drew up. In his mind’s eye, he saw Mary close her eyes. She met him thrust for thrust. The only sound in the room was the slap of their bodies coming together and her moans of desire. She came, and screamed his name. Her pussy closed around him, caressing his cock until he had no choice but to let go.
Streams of cum hit the back of the shower wall, but in Dan’s imagination, he filled Mary Franks with everything he had. In his shower-dream, he hadn’t used a condom. He never did in his imaginings. But usually he dismissed his dreams as soon as they ended. This time he wondered what it would be like to fuck Mary bareback. To feel her skin grip his, to know his seed became part of her body.
He thought about after the sex. What would it be like to lie and hold her until her breathing returned to normal and the loving glow faded from her skin? To talk softly into the night about everything and nothing, and then love again and again, until peach tints lightened the eastern sky.
“Stop it,” he ordered himself. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to put thoughts of Mary aside, not for that night, or for many others. And that worried him because his being with her was the worst thing for her. He also knew if he stayed there, one wall wouldn’t be enough to keep him away.
Chapter 3
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Dan looked up into Mary’s face. Her hair tangled over her shoulders. He reached out to brush a strand off her face then leaned up for a kiss. What he’d intended as gentle turned hot as soon as she ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed her sweet tits against his chest. Being with her was a mistake and he knew that in the depths of his conscience. But he was no saint, and somehow during the night she’d found her way into his bed. He wrinkled his brow. Or was this her bed? She touched his cock with hesitant fingers and he didn’t care where they were. They were together, and naked, and more than touching was fair game.
With a start of surprise, he realized her tongue was pressing into his mouth. The shy girl he’d known in high school could be a little vixen. He couldn’t be happier.
Her touch on his dick became stronger, more confident. He arched into her hand, sucked her tongue further into his mouth, kneaded her tit. This wasn’t something he’d ever imagined doing with the Mary of years ago, but now nothing seemed more important than burying himself deep in her body. He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around his waist and hear her moan his name as he pounded into her.
“Mary.” He ground out her name in need that bordered on pain. Suddenly she wasn’t kissing him—not on the lips, at least. “Oh, baby, yes,” he whispered, flexing his hips and pushing his dick into her mouth. She deep-throated him. He gasped for breath. Her tongue scraped along his length, swirling over the crown and teasing the slit where he was ready to erupt. Then she took him again, all the way. His balls tightened and drew up in seconds.
Her hot, wet mouth sent him over the edge. He came fast and hard, and then harder yet when he realized she swallowed his cum. His mind blanked, giving over to his body and the incredible sensations flooding him.
“Honey, you were wonderful,” he said when he finally came up for air. He reached to stroke her hair and found…nothing. His eyes flew open to discover he was alone in bed, though the sticky residue coating his leg and stomach were testament to the fact he’d come. Just by his own hand.
“God damn it.” How long had it been since he’d had such a realistic wet dream? Memories of his teen years flashed back. Mornings when he’d woken alone, dick in hand, and wishing some hottie was there with him. Not being a “hottie,” Mary Franks had never been part of those adolescent wishes. Now he couldn’t picture any woman’s face but hers. Because of the dream, or because she’d stirred something in him last night, something protective and warm, that put her in a class separate from other women? A warning rang in his head to beware of women who would distract him from work or who might have marriage on the brain. But instead of a klaxon, the noise was the level of church bells. Not unpleasant at all.
Dream or not, Dan knew he’d never felt anything with another woman that he had when Mary kissed him, never. The sweetness he’d known in her was still present, he’d seen that well enough last night when they had dinner. He’d glimpsed her passionate side, and now wondered if it was anything as strong as his imaginings.
A tap sounded at the connecting door. “Da-yan?” Barely more than a murmur, Mary’s voice floated through the door. He liked hearing the way she said his name, softly, with a hint of Southern drawl that turned it into two syllables. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah, give me a few minutes.” Dan stretched, then threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. After a quick shower, he dressed in slacks and a sports jacket and opened the door between his room and Mary’s suite.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a shy smile when she saw him.
Déjà vu. Her words made him hard. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the doorframe. “Hey. Did you sleep well?”
“Not really,” she admitted. “But I didn’t expect to.” She blushed and glanced down.
There were a number of reasons why she might have thought she wouldn’t sleep well, the foremost being the fact she was on her honeymoon alone. But a part of Dan hoped his being on the other side of the wall might have been a contributing factor.
“You can’t tell,” he said. “I mean, you look beautiful. No dark circles under the eyes or anything.”
She took a deep breath and let it out all at once. “Good. That’s one less thing to worry about. How about you? How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby.” He glanced at his watch. “Jeez, it’s late. I’m afraid I have to be over at the MGM in a couple of hours. But there’s still time for lunch. Want to join me?”
She worried her bottom lip. He watched, his hard-on unrelenting. After last night’s kisses he knew how soft her lips were. His dream reminded him of what they could do besides caress his own lips. He almost groaned.
This is Mary. He needed to keep reminding himself that she was in a very vulnerable position right now. He was destined to be her friend, not her lover. And as for the memory of her lips, tongue and mouth taking him to heaven, she wasn’t responsible for his pornographic imagination.
“I’d love to have lunch with you.”
“Absolutely.” He straightened up and turned for the door.
“Dan, there’s one more thing.” He faced her, waiting. “About last night. I-I don’t know what got into me, and I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.”
She looked up with such confusion in her eyes, it pained him. He ran the back of his finger down her cheek. “I should apologize to you. You needed a friend and I forgot that for a minute. Forgive me?”
An emotion he couldn’t iden
tify flitted across her face. Then she smiled. “Now we’ve both said we’re sorry, we can face looking at each other across the lunch table.”
“I can’t think of a better way to spend time than looking at you across a table.” Mary laughed, but Dan’s stomach did a flip at how much he meant the words.
You’re not the marrying kind, and Mary obviously is. Keep your distance. Trouble was, having tasted her kisses and—almost—experiencing what her body could do to his, distance was the last thing he wanted to keep.
* * * *
After lunch at the Pirate Cove restaurant, Dan and Mary walked along the Grand Canal at the Venetian. Dan halted in front of a store display window. “You’d look great in that dress.”
Mary giggled. “Me?” The striking, black dress was ankle length with a slit up the front. The top covered the breasts of the mannequin, but only barely. A column of sparkling gems connected the mere inches of fabric between thigh and waist. “Those look like real diamonds.”
“They do, but I bet they aren’t. Let’s go in and see.”
“Oh, Dan, I don’t think so. First of all, I’m sure I can’t afford it, and second, I don’t have anywhere to wear it. As if I could wear anything like that in public, to begin with.” She raised her brows and shook her head, but in the back of her mind, she pictured herself in it, walking into a room in heels and simple jewelry.
Ralph stood across the ballroom. Even at a distance she saw interest flare in his eyes. Then he walked closer, looking more like a lion stalking his mate than a man coming to ask her to dance. The intensity of his gaze strengthened with each step, broadcasting the knowledge that he intended more than a mere twirl around the dance floor. The surety of passion to come had her sucking in a sharp breath. Anticipation surged through her. Ralph had never made her feel this way before. The scent of desire surrounded her. He finally stood before her. She looked up, but not into Ralph’s dark chocolate eyes. These eyes were blue as the sea. They belonged to—
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